I have very weirdly realistic dreams where it could be real life, except it's not.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I probably revisit in my work the moment at which I realised that dreams couldn't be reality.
The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.
I believe dreams represent the purest form of fantasy we unleash through our subconscious. They represent the truest freedom we can experience. Totally unrepressed and totally creative.
My life has been a dream. If someone had to write a story about it, it would seem a little unreal. It's the kind of story I would read and say, 'Nah, that's not possible.'
Take what you can from your dreams, make them as real as anything.
This may sound strange but I had dreams as a kid of doing exactly what I ended up doing in my life.
I suffer from and enjoy an incredibly vivid dream life. A lot of times there is a sort of narrative, and other times they are just funhouses of non-linear imagery and other scary stuff.
Dreams look real, but they're in your mind, so you realize that the physical world is also a construction, which shows that the mind can affect reality in more ways than you can imagine.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
I can't remember any dreams in my life. There's so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream.